Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1887-08-06
The Model Millionaire.

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Unless one is wealthy there is M
good in BENG a charming fellow
Romance is the privilege of thu
rich, not the profession of the nm
employed. The poor should b.
practical and proslic. 1t is bettel
to have a permanent income thar
TO be fascinating. These are thu
great Truths of modern life which
Iughie ErSkine never realized
Poor Huehie! intellectually, we
must admit, he was not Of mncf
importance. He never said either
brilliant or an i'll natured thing ir
his life. But then he was wonder
fully good.looking, with his crisp
brown hair, his clear cut profile
and his gray eyes. he was as pop
ular with men as he was with wo
men, and he had every accomplish
ment excepttllatof making money
His father had bequeathed him his
cavalry sword and Il History Of
the Peninsnlar War in fifteen
volumes. Hnghie hung the fist
over his looking glass, put the sec
ond on shelf between Ruff's
Guide and Bally's Magazine, aud
lived on two hundred year that
an old aunt allowed him. He had
tried everything. he had gone on
the Stock Exchange forsx months;
but what was a butterfly to do
among bulls and bearsf He had
been a tea merchant for a little
longer, but had soon tired of Pc
koe and Souchong. Then he had
tried selling dry sherry. That did
not answer. Ultimately he be.
came nothing, a delightful, met
fectual young man with Il perfect
profile and no profession.
To make matters worse, he was
in love. Tho girl he loved was
Laura Merton,athe daughter Of q
fempsf Aid II d its digestion ii India,
and had never found either ofthem
again. Laura adored him, and he
was ready to kiss her shoestrings.
They were the handsomest couple
in London, and had not a penny
piece between them. The Colonel
was very fond of Hughle, but would
not hear Of any engagement.
"Come to me, my boy, when you
have got 100000 of your own, and
we will zee about it," he used to
say; and Hughle looked very glum
on those days, and had to 60 TIC
Laura for consolation.
One morning, as he was on bis
way to Holland Park, where tho
Mertons lived, he dropped in te
see a great friend OF his, Alar
Trevor. Trevor was a painter. In
deed, few people escape that now
DAYS. But he was also an artist
and artists are rare. Personally
he was strange. rough fellow. will
a freckled face and red hair
However, when he took up the
brush he was real master, and bis
pictures were eagerly sought after
He had been very much attracted
by Hughie, at first, it must be &C
knowledgcd, entirely on acconnto
his good looks. ''The only people
a painter should know" he used tt
say. are PEOPLE who are bette ant
beautiful, people who are an arts
tic pleasure to look at and an intel
lectual repose to talk to. Dandie
and darlings rule the world!'
However, after be got to know
Hughie better, he liked him quite
AS much for his bright, buoyan
spirits and his generous, reckless
nature, and had given him tn
permanent entree to bis studio.
When Hughie came in be fount
Trevor putting the finishing touche
to a wonderful life size picture oil
beggar man. Tue beggar himsel
was standing OH a raised platform
in a corner of the studio. He wa
wizened old man, with a fac
like wrinkled parchment, and
most piteons expression. Oyerh
shoulders was flung a coarse brow
cloak, all tears and tatters; hi
thick boots were patched and cob
bled, and with one hand he leane'
on rough stick, while with tn
other he held out his battered ha
for aims.
.What an amazing model!'' whis
pered Hughle, as he shook hand
with his friend.
Gan amazing model7" shouted
Trevor at the top of his voice; g
shouted Trevor at the top of hi
voice; II should think SO! Sue
beggars as he are not to De me
with every day. My starsl wha
an etching Rembrandt would hav
made Of him!o
Poor old chap!" said Hughi'
chow miserable he looks! But
suppose, to you painters, his face
his fortunef"
aCertainly," replied Trevor; ''yo
don't want a beggar to look happ.
do youa"
allow much does a model get ft
sittings" asked lIughle, as l
found himself a comfortable Sc;
on a divan.
ga shilling an hour"
"And how much do you get II
your picture, Alvan'"